Speaking of potty training. . .
We are officially two years in.
I am still cleaning poop out of underwear.
The. End.
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| GOOD THING SHE'S SO CUTE |
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Here is where I left you back in March of this year, when we were 16 months in.
I wish I had more of an update, but alas, there is none.
It's a two step forward, 10 step back kind of dance so to speak. She still has no access to her light-up toys until she successfully goes on the toilet. But, she seems to prefer her pants over the commode. Yay! She has one-two successes a week, and that is usually from one of us catching her in the act and running her to the toilet. This obviously requires eyes on her most of the time in order to catch the signs, which is, um, doable for a while but challenging long-term because #reallife.
There may or may not have been one incident where I said, "Clara. First poop on potty, then light-up toys.' To which she replied by pulling my hand all the way from her room to the restroom and promptly pooping on the toilet. Ahem.
There may or may not have been another incident where she came walking out of her room with no clothes on. As in, completely naked from the waist down. I walked in her room to find her pants and underwear, completely clean, on one side of the room, and a pile of poop on the other side of her room. Clean underwear on the right. Pile of poop on the left. Okay then. (Jokes on you, Clara, because no longer are we helping you pull down your pants when needed, hahahaha.).
PLEASE DO NOT BE FOOLED. SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE IS DOING.
My hopes and dreams for 2020?
Less Fabreeze. More Leap Frog Light-Up Dog on repeat. :)
(In all seriousness, thank you for all the love and prayers, friends! We appreciate you all so much!)
Here is where I left you back in March of this year, when we were 16 months in.
I wish I had more of an update, but alas, there is none.
It's a two step forward, 10 step back kind of dance so to speak. She still has no access to her light-up toys until she successfully goes on the toilet. But, she seems to prefer her pants over the commode. Yay! She has one-two successes a week, and that is usually from one of us catching her in the act and running her to the toilet. This obviously requires eyes on her most of the time in order to catch the signs, which is, um, doable for a while but challenging long-term because #reallife.
I literally took this picture this morning after arising to the nice smell of my child's soiled room/pajamas. Praise the Lord for pull-ups (night = only time she wears one) and dance leotards. Yes, the mask is upside down. Don't even care. It's a matter of get it on and get the job done. |
There may or may not have been one incident where I said, "Clara. First poop on potty, then light-up toys.' To which she replied by pulling my hand all the way from her room to the restroom and promptly pooping on the toilet. Ahem.
There may or may not have been another incident where she came walking out of her room with no clothes on. As in, completely naked from the waist down. I walked in her room to find her pants and underwear, completely clean, on one side of the room, and a pile of poop on the other side of her room. Clean underwear on the right. Pile of poop on the left. Okay then. (Jokes on you, Clara, because no longer are we helping you pull down your pants when needed, hahahaha.).
PLEASE DO NOT BE FOOLED. SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE IS DOING.
My hopes and dreams for 2020?
Less Fabreeze. More Leap Frog Light-Up Dog on repeat. :)
(In all seriousness, thank you for all the love and prayers, friends! We appreciate you all so much!)
